Reblogs

Ah, South American politics. I shall say no more. 🙊 What I shall say is that I am safe and my soul is at peace.

For those wondering why I would be saying such a thing, the elections have in fact erupted into protests and violence. Major cities are shutting down and nationwide strikes are being called for. It’s hard to know what’s true and whats not with all the tales floating around. If you follow international coverage of what’s going on in Bolivia right now, remember to be quick to listen, slow to speak, very discerning, and slow to panic when you hear sensational stories about civil war brewing in Bolivia. 😉

Please pray for the peace of Bolivia. But more than that, pray that the glorious Gospel of Christ would flourish and triumph in the midst of this storm.

As someone who loves plants, I appreciated this post so much! ❤ Click below to read more. 🙂

In our spiritual garden is a particularly nasty and diseased tree called ‘self’. Though hideous this tree is but a product of what lies beneath. The real danger lay in the roots of ‘self’ that feed this twisted relic.

I forgot to add Olivia’s link to my post this morning, leaving all of you who read it wondering where the post link was. So I’m reblogging her post so you can find it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! ❤

In the beginning was the Word. In the beginning, He spoke and created the world. And it was good, very good.

But I chose to worship the created thing rather than the Creator. I turned to my own way, leaning on my own understanding, esteeming the riches of Egypt as more desirable than the One from whose hand all blessings flow.

My garments are stained with sin. The glory radiating from our God is a light that would destroy me, a creature of the darkness. I cannot approach Him; I am cut off; I am separated from Life. My soul has sinned; it will die.

But God, who is rich in mercy, has not left me without hope. He has promised a Seed that will crush the serpent’s head. He has promised a Son, born of a Virgin, whose name shall be Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of…

I’ve left my home in Colorado to spend time with my family before going to Bolivia. The “lasts” have begun. Last day of teaching at my Colorado school. Last Sunday with my Colorado church family. Last night in Colorado.

Leaving hurts. Sometimes it feels like a slow death. In some ways, it is.

The Physical Reality

I’m dying to my current way of life. I’m dying to being around my favorite people. I’m dying to even the godly comforts and joys that I currently enjoy.

I know that God is calling me on to Bolivia, and my love for Him and confidence in Him compels me onward in spite of the pain of goodbyes. The thing is, I can’t live in the United States and in Bolivia at the same time. This is part of God’s design. It’s the reality of the way the world works. It makes me…

There are many people in this world who cannot speak up about what they are going through because things are misunderstood. Each individual has his or her own story. May we try to understand. May we listen to what people are trying to say.

This poem’s purpose is to show the mindset of someone who is battling internally. Rawness, sensitivity, how words are taken. This poem is not written from my current mindset. I once had a friend admit to me in middle school she thought of suicide when she was only about 10-11 years old. Depression and mental illness do not have age limits. It does not matter what your situation may be either. If it was this simple, celebrities would not die from suicide. Children who live in good homes would not die from suicide. Sometimes there are factors that invite depression and mental illness…but sometimes…there aren’t.